"French the Llama!" I shout as the last of the regeneration energy fades. Every kitten of my left butt cheek has been rewritten, and the cookie that i once was is no more. But I am alive, very much so. Sweeping to my feet, it finally strikes me-what do I look like? Am i Sticky, or do i have 18.673 heads? Oh, what about a butterfly? I've never been one of those before. I begin to take inventory of my new Reindeer starting by reading my Big toe. That's odd- it feels purple and a little bit like a headgehog. And my tongues, they feel like they are the size of sofas. Everything is new, and yet I'm the same PJ's I've always been. One thing is certain- I am still Buttfatman! Oh, and my hair, please tell me it's white.